Feng Xin returned from the hospital, and as soon as she opened the door, she heard a series of ping-pong sounds coming from inside. A pained expression crossed her face.
"Little Song, are you throwing a tantrum again?" Feng Xin opened the door to Lin Song's room, looking at the mess and said with heartache.
Breathing heavily, Lin Song slapped his paralyzed legs and said angrily, "Throwing a tantrum? Do I not even have the right to be angry in this state? Didn't they say there was a possibility of recovery for my legs? When exactly will I be able to stand up again!"
Feng Xin hugged Lin Song, comforting him, "Good boy, if your dad said there's a way to recover, he must have his methods! Just bear with it a little longer."
"Stop lying to me!" Lin Song said with a mournful laugh and red eyes: "My joints are shattered, unless I get a mechanical joint replacement, I won't be able to stand for the rest of my life! I can't accept this!"
